I May Or May Not Have Only Just Realised How Absurdly Tklish My Back Is And I Think I'll Be Screwed If

I may or may not have only just realised how absurdly tklish my back is and I think I'll be screwed if anybody actually finds out

Update: still going :DDDDDDDDDDDDD

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It's like 11pm and I should probably sleep soon-ish

But god lee moods are killing me right now bndkjfnhrilghreih

My brain literally can't form coherent sentences like aaaaaaaaaaaaa I want tkls how hard is it djfijejrnoigjriou

hey uhh anyone seeing this you know what to do :3

underrated form of humor: just making shit up in past tense

Wow these bots have been so good at typing recently

reblog this is you’re a lee that needs to be tickled but is too shy to ask for tickles

"Are you still watching?"

You, me, couch, movie. What could possibly go wrong?

Both of us lie down on our sides, with me behind you, getting comfy and prepared to watch something.

We pick a random movie, and the only thing you're focused on is the TV, while I have really tricky moods at the moment. As far as I can see, all of your vulnerable spots are uncovered.

I slowly slide my hand to your squishy tummy and pinch it softly. You react immediately, squeal, and look at my face with fake annoyance.

"What? Better focus on the movie."

You try to go back to the movie with your mind, but meanwhile, one of my fingers slowly slides through your side. You flinch and look at me again.

"What now, huh? Oh, look, it's gonna be a good scene. Better see it, or else~"

For the third time, you try to pay attention to the movie, in fear that at any moment I can tickle you.

When you think that I finally stopped teasing you, I whisper to your little ticklish ear, "How's the movie?"

And at the same moment when I said that, I blow a raspberry straight into your poor, sensitive neck.

Across the room, there is a sound of a helpless squeal.

"You know, this movie is kinda boring. Let's make it more entertaining."

So I quickly pin your hands above your head, sit on your hips, and begin to circle my finger around your belly button.

"Hold on, I need to activate your funny mode. I'm glad I know where the button for this is."

You giggle, turn your head left and right, and softly kick while my hands get to your ribs. It feels like a spider, crawling all around your ribs.

You start to get red, telling me to stop. But I know the truth.

"Come on, I'll give you something that's really gonna make you say 'stop'!"

I lift your PJs, take a breath, and give a big, red, sweet raspberry straight at your open, tucked-in belly.

A laughy scream comes from your mouth, while the only thing you can hear is the sound of breathing out air and the noise from the movie.

Suddenly, the video stops, and white text appears on the screen.

"Are you still watching?"

I look at your face, it's full of red and blush, and you're breathing heavily with your eyes closed.

"Well, I don't think you're watching the movie, so watch this!"

After that, I squeeze your thigh, and your precious laughter comes.

"That's what you get for not paying attention at movie night!"

Minutes have passed, and you don't know when it began. I stop, go to the kitchen, and give you a glass of water.

You're still red and giggling between words.

You lie down on the bed and fall asleep because of tiredness.

Since this day, you never pay attention to the movie.