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idreamofticklehugs · 2 hours
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loooove doing this 😇😇
Being the lee to successfully make my favourite lers brain go 😵‍💫 is the best feeling, especially when it makes them wanna tickle me even more. Plus their reactions are adorable
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idreamofticklehugs · 23 hours
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send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart ✨✨
Oh my gosh, Daisy you’re so sweet!! Thank you my friend!! 💙💙
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Introduced my Ler to sushi yesterday and it was a smashing success! One of my favorite dates. Got ice cream; went for a walk in a park; got tickled like crazy; danced on the grass; and got sushi for dinner. Perfect day
Even managed to completely scramble his brain by asking him to tickle me 🤭
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idreamofticklehugs · 2 days
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Question/Hot take: Raspberries
Over the past couple months, I’ve experienced raspberries for the first time while being tickled. And honestly? Not that ticklish. The facial hair tickled way more. So I’m curious. Lees, are raspberries super ticklish for you? Lers, do they drive the lees you’ve tickled insane? Or is it more of a flustering thing?
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idreamofticklehugs · 2 days
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THIS SONG!!!!
It has always flustered me to no end like why does it have to be worded like that 😵‍💫😵‍💫
idea:
a ler singing ‘one way or another’ as they’re slowly chasing the lee
cuz i blush real bad at ‘im gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha’
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idreamofticklehugs · 3 days
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Woke up in one of the weirdest lee moods today. It won’t sound weird, but remember that all of my really ticklish and favorite spots are upper body. But…
I really want my feet tickled
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idreamofticklehugs · 4 days
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Hey You,
Yes you. Just a little reminder that you’re my favorite Ler and I love being a Lee for you. Even though I struggle and fight and argue, I love when you tickle me. I’ve been thinking about it all day. I really want to be tickled. And I really want to be tickled by you. I want you to grab me, pin me, and tickle me on all my worst spots in the ways you know I love. Won’t you please tickle me?
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idreamofticklehugs · 4 days
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Lol I forgot to make the poll 🤦🏼‍♀️😂 pick one and please please please tell me in a dm, ask, or the comments why! MasterList here!
Audio Help
It’s been a while since I’ve made audios, and I want to get back into it, but I don’t have a lot of ideas. So I need your help. Tell me which audio is your favorite, and why, that will help me create more ideas based on what you guys like!
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idreamofticklehugs · 4 days
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Audio Help
It’s been a while since I’ve made audios, and I want to get back into it, but I don’t have a lot of ideas. So I need your help. Tell me which audio is your favorite, and why, that will help me create more ideas based on what you guys like!
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idreamofticklehugs · 5 days
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Cold and sleepy. I want to cuddle with my arms wrapped around your neck while your hands lazily wander over all of my tickle spots so I can hug you tighter and giggle into your chest
EMERGENCY
This user is in drastic need of soft cuddles and tickles. Energy levels at all time low; not sustainable
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idreamofticklehugs · 5 days
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Happy anniversary!! I’ve been obsessed with your tickle monster since I first saw him and I get extremely happy every time he graces my dash
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First Anniversary! 🍷
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Today marks one year since I created the Tickle Monster, so I wanted to make this detail about it. ✨
Maybe some may see it unnecessary, but if I'm honest, if I hadn't had the reception this gentleman had, I wouldn't even be drawing today, So thank you very much <3
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idreamofticklehugs · 5 days
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We did not need to be reminded of this!!!!
My hands go for your underarms, so your arms zoom down at the speed of light and glue themselves to your sides. So I tickle your tummy, and your hands jump inward to protect that soft sensitive spot. So I tickle your neck, and you shrug your shoulders, giggling wildly. So I tickle your ribs, and your hands move up to stop me, leaving all the ticklish spots below vulnerable to the silly things my fingers do. So I tickle your hips, and you're laughing hysterically, because you realize that your two hands just aren't enough to protect you from a ticklish onslaught by the tickle monster.
And I tickle you here, and I tickle you there, and you dance all around, cackling at the funny, flustering feelings you keep failing to fight. but my hands are always one step ahead of you, and they tickle so much
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idreamofticklehugs · 5 days
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Obsessed 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
Soft cuddly tickles are underrated 🖤
Nuzzling noses
Light fingers tracing your tickliest spots
Kisses and whispered “I love yous” in your ear
Neck kisses and compliments
The slight wiggling from how much it tickles but wanting to stay still because you love it
Poking the other person so they start tickling you and then them going, “Mmm-hmm,” with an amused smile on their face because they saw right through you.
Just enjoying how good it feels ^^🖤 Like yes, it tickles like hell, but it feels nice in a way, gentle touch, not meant to harm, etc.
Phrases like,
“Hi sweet girl/boy/bean.”
“You like getting your (tickle spot) tickled, don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm, I see that smile.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
“Aw, does that tickle? Hmm? Does my (insert nickname) like being tickle, tickle, tickled?”
Bonus:
They suddenly give you a huge raspberry on your tummy or neck, or they tickle your feet like crazy 😆
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idreamofticklehugs · 6 days
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Take A Break
This story is inspired by my sweet friend @silly-posts-alert and it’s for all of the lees who are stressed by finals, projects and deadlines. You’re gonna be ok, I promise 💙
“You were in that exact position when I checked on you an hour ago! Have you moved at all?”
You barely looked up from your laptop. You had been curled up on your bed all day, slaving over your computer. An important deadline was looming and you were stressed. In your head, you knew you were fully prepared, but you were still extremely anxious. And it’s not like extra prepping could hurt, right?
“Honey, you need to take a break. You’re going to overwork yourself. Have you eaten or drank since I made you stop for lunch?”
You avoided the question, knowing they would not be happy with the answer. “I’m fine. I’ll take a break in a little bit,” you said, your fingers not even pausing on the keyboard.
Suddenly, you felt a shift and your typing ceased. “Woah! Hey, what are you doing?” You exclaimed in surprise as they grabbed your legs by the ankles and straightened them out, lifting them perpendicular to your body. You didn’t even struggle as they sat down on the bed with you, placing your feet in their lap.
“If you’re not going to rest, I can at least do something to help you relax while you work. I’m gonna give you a massage. Don’t worry, you can keep working, but I want to help you get rid of some of that stress.”
You looked at them suspiciously, but they appeared completely genuine, and you really didn’t want to stop. You slowly lowered your eyes back to your screen and picked up where you left off. True to their word, they began to gently but firmly rub your feet and you felt an instant degree of relaxation. Some of the tension left your shoulders as your eyes slid shut in appreciation of the skilled hands massaging deep into your soles. But you quickly snapped yourself back; you could not get distracted and slack off. This needs to get done! Your brain yelled at you. Never enough preparation! Keep going or you’re a failure! Your current progress is not good enough! Your brow furrowed and you began typing even more furiously.
They subtly glanced at you, not that you noticed. They had reveled in feeling you relax when they started, but frowned when they felt you tense up again. You were working way too hard. If you kept this up, your brain would be fried and all of this preparation would be worthless. They knew you were overtired and dehydrated. You needed to focus on something else, even just for a few minutes. And, they figured, if you weren’t going to listen…
You breathed in sharply as they lessened the pressure of their fingers against your foot. You suddenly regretted wearing your favorite pair of extra fuzzy socks. The material was starting to… tickle. You looked up at them, but they remained focused on your feet, looking completely innocent. You squinted, but turned your attention back to your laptop, trying to ignore the piled fabric brushing softly against your skin. You had just started to get back into your rhythm, when their finger ventured under your toes and your foot twitched involuntarily. You pretended not to notice as they glanced towards you.
“You good?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry, my foot just twitched.”
“Oh, ok. So I can keep going?”
“You don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel like you need to or anything.”
“Nonsense. I want to help. And since you refuse to take a break, this is the least I can do, trust me.” They finished their sentence with a slight smirk that brought a blush to your cheeks.
“Umm, yeah, if you really want to, thanks.”
Their hands began again. “You know,” they said casually, “you really should rest. You’ve been so stressed lately. I haven’t even seen you smile in a couple of days.” They lessened their pressure once more, the fuzzy material of your socks rubbing against your sensitive soles. You bit your tongue, willing yourself not to squirm.
“I’ll be smiling when this is over. I don’t have time for a break. Tomorrow’s the deadline. I have to be ready.” Your foot twitched as their fingers passed under your toes again. There was no mistaking it. That was definitely a tickle.
“I think you’re already ready and you’re just making your worrying worse. When was the last time you laughed? I said I’d help, remember? And I think I know just how to do it.” You felt their fingertips settle on your sole, and they raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “You have two seconds to put down the laptop before it’s in danger.”
All pretenses of a massage were dropped as their grip on your ankles tightened, and they started wiggling a single finger along the arch of your foot. You tried to argue, to plead, but all that got you was another finger added to the first. You realized your fate was sealed and quickly set the laptop aside so that no harm would come to it. As soon as you did, you realized your mistake, because they took that as a green light for an all-out tickle attack. They wrapped their arm around your ankles and began scribbling their fingers in earnest. In these socks, your toes were especially ticklish, and laughter poured from you like a stream as their fingers gently scrubbed the material between and along the base of each toe. They ran their nails all over your heels and ankles, even tickling the tops of your feet. There was nothing you could do but lie there and let the tickling fill your mind, driving out all feelings of apprehension and anxiety. Even as you squirmed and fought and laughed, you realized how much you had needed this; how much you had wanted this. You squealed as they danced their fingers over the inside of your arch and heard them laugh along with you. Why did it have to tickle so much?
After a few minutes, they slowed their scribbling down and returned to massaging, gradually ridding you of the residual ghost tickles. When your giggles subsided, they let go of your legs and crawled up next to you to cuddle you tenderly.
“I know you can do this. You’re going to do so great. But, for now, let’s take a break. Together.”
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idreamofticklehugs · 6 days
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it’s so fun to try and hold on 🤭
having a lee hug u as u tickle them is the cutest and most underrated thing ever
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idreamofticklehugs · 6 days
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Aldjskdjskdjdjdj biggest lee mood ever now oh my gosh this is 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
Homing in on the target...
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idreamofticklehugs · 7 days
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Yep exactly
I think it’s so funny when lers are like “I’m gonna tickle you so bad you’re gonna regret asking for it and plead for me to stop mwahaha >:)” or as some form of punishment/deterrent.
cuz while that certainly will be possible for other lees, especially those more sensitive than me, I’m here like sorry buddy I have this disease called I Like It Too Much To Ever Want It To Stop and the biggest change in attitude you’re gonna get from me is melting to happy mush who regrets nothing and is only hoping for more.
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