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they are waiting for Pluto to pick them up

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:o <3

anyways.. now that we have talked a little, would you like to be moots? (≡^∇^≡)

We are moots 😭 sorry this is a side blog, my main is def following you tho

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Hey google, how do I ask for tkls without asking for tkls

#lee mood

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𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕:

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 — 𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 562

𝙖/𝙣: i had a ler mood. that’s it

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles, some soft kissing to tease, PURELY PLATONIC

𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung

𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

humble him 

rough tickles make him SO happy 

getting wrecked to pieces is like his favorite activity

but he lives for the teasing 

make him as red as a cherry and THEN tickle him

”Give. It. Back!“ You exclaimed, accentuating every full stop with a poke at Jisung’s vulnerable tummy. “Nohoho!!” He giggled.

You had him pinned; the bratty boy had stolen your hoodie, and he wouldn’t give it back!

“I don’t wanna! Get another.” Jisung snarked, pouting and tugging at his wrists, both above his head. 

“Please, Jisung!”

“But it’s my favorite!” Hannie whined, flushing a deep red when you smiled and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. Clearly, you were trying to butter him into giving your hoodie back. 

“And it’s comfy!” Jisung added, sputtering when you placed another kiss to his cheek. “Can you stop doing that?” Hannie hissed, a small smile curling his lips upwards, his beet-red face practically emminating heat.   

“Why? You like it, you’re smiling.” You kissed him once more, and he squeaked flusteredly. 

You slip your hands up his hoodie and his tanked shirt; Jisung shivering from your cold hands wiggling a tiny bit up to his bicep, goosebumps appearing on his pink tinted skin. His eyes shot wide open when you used your nail to trace his arm a little. 

Your movements had him biting his lip to hold back his uncontrollable giggles; the tingly feelings were unbearable. 

“C’mon, laugh! Let’s at least make this satisfying for one of us~” You cooed at his efforts, smiling even more when a cute giggle made its way from his throat, joy shining through his eyes. 

You frown when he didn’t relent, throwing his head back when you tickled harder. 

You started scratching your nails at the bottom of his tummy in quick succession, small motions that had Hannie screaming as he let out all the laughter he had been holding back. 

“Plehe—PLEHEASE!! Ihit REHEALLY TIHICKLES!!” He squealed, cackling cutely and blushing a rosy pink. 

“I know…but it’s not gonna stop until you give me my hoodie back.” You told him sternly. 

You moved up a little, startled when he twisted his whole body to one side and giggled helplessly; god, he was too cute. 

“AHAHAHAA!! NOHOHO!! STOPSTOPSTOP!! MAHAHAKE IHIT STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Hannie laughed, squeezing his eyes shut and cackling out loud with a wide grin. 

Of course, his struggles were fruitless; he was unable to escape your grip.

You only headed higher with your scritches and scratches, intent on driving the poor boy underneath you absolutely insane.

Jisung squealed when you focused on the crevices of his ribs, really digging in to pull the loudest laughter from him. 

You were right underneath his underarms; he screamed and pleaded before you dug in with your well manicured nails. 

“PLEHEHEASE!! STAHAHAHAHAP!! OKAY—OKAHAHAY!!”

Hannie slammed his head into the pillow, tears slipping down his rosy cheeks. 

“Give up?” You teased. 

Jisung looked up at you, your innocent smile, and he forgave you immediately. How could he stay so mad at you? “OKAHAY!! IHI GIHIHIVE!!”

You let up immediately, pulling your hands off of his body and snuggling into his warm embrace. “Ahah, youhu suhuck. You’re lucky I lohove you.” He sighed. 

“Keep the hoodie. I never intended on collecting it.” You grinned mischievously. 

Jisung gasped. “What?!”

“Shhh…sleep.” 

And he was out like a light. 

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Am I the only one who is poke sensitive???

Uhh I hate how sensitive I am to it!!😭

#the way I scream/squeal #lee mood

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😂😂😂

It looks like Felix is tickling him 😂

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Cuties!! 😭

#LEE JISUNG

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𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕:

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤 — 𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 491

𝙖/𝙣: i know ppl were waiting for this chapter eheheh

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles, minho cries a bit

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐇

what a brat 

just wreck him wherever 

the fact that you even manage to get the upper hand on him says a lot

and he’s definitely gonna get you back so might as well make it worth the fight 🥰

softly wrecking him does wonders 

get him everywhere just drive him insane 💗

“a—AH!!” Minho shrieked as your arms slid around his waist. “You scared me!” He whined. 

“Sorry!” You giggle, pressing your fingers into his stomach by accident and watching him tense up. “Oh? Did that…tickle?~” 

“N-No! Let go of me, brat!” Min started to squirm and try to twist out of your grasp as you gasped. 

“Now, that’s not nice.” Fingers dug into his sides and Minho was struggling, his lips sealed and face turning a bright red as his lips turned upwards at the corners. 

“mhmhnnmhmm!!” He giggled quietly. You managed to twist both of you onto the couch, where you were seated on the backs of his thighs. 

You only continued to try and tickle him into submission, his ears turning a light red and practically radiating heat. 

Until your fingers were in his armpits. That’s when he broke. “GAHH!! NAHAHAT THEHERE!!” He exclaimed, bucking upwards and finding himself at your complete mercy. 

“You’re such a brat! I need some way to make you stay, kitty cat…” You tease, and he turned even redder, suddenly squealing when your fingers slipped to the tops of his ribs next. 

“AHHHAHAHAHA!! YOUHU SUHUHUCK!!” He screamed, trying his hardest to stop his hysterics but failing.  

Minho began to cry tears of mirth, shoving his arms back to try and grab yours and kicking your back with his socked feet. 

You turn around and grapple his foot. That was enough to get him begging. 

“PLEASE!! NOT THERE I’M TOO TICKLISH THERE!!” Minho began to shriek as you slowly peeled his socks off. 

You shushed him as he began to kick out aggressively, and you managed to lock your legs around his ankles. “You ready?~”

Your fingers scribbled all over the arch of his foot, and to your delight, he lost it, emmitting a high pitched squeal before descending into hysterical laughter. 

“NOOAHHHAHAHAHAHA—!!” Minho squeezed his eyes shut, a wide smile stretching his face as he pounded the couch cushion with his fists in ticklish desperation. 

“Does it really tickle that bad?” You asked in a ‘sympathetic’ tone. 

“YEHEHEHEHES!! PLEHEHEASE LEHET GOOOHOHOHOHO!!” Minho let out another bout of uncontrollable cackles, the soft scribbling of fingers over his sensitive sole driving him absolutely crazy. 

“Mmm…why should I? You’re just too adorable to handle~” 

“PLEHEHEHEASE IHILL DIHIHIHIE!!” 

You decided to let up for a break; Min clearly needed one. 

He panted and slumped onto the couch, still giggling a little and wiping the tears off of his face. 

“Youhu suhuck!! Ihim gohohonna get you back so hard…”

You gasp. “Don’t sass me!” One poke to his knee was enough to get him to shut up. 

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I will never be over how cute these pictures are of Jisung being tickled 🥹 just so so cute

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You want me to tickle you?

Are you sure? I know how ticklish you can be…

I’m just trying to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into because it’s going to tickle really really badly especially once I start I’m not sure I can stop….

Oh you’re sure are you? You’re sure you want these fingers wiggling towards you and crawling across your weak spots? Wiggling in those armpits, or tracing the back of your neck? Spidering up and down your ribs, sides, hips, and belly? Or maybe making a trip down to your soles, arches and toes.

Well if you’re so sure then I got one thing left to say…

🪶Here comes The Tickle Monster!🪶

#lee mood

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Tickle games i’d like to try with a lee:

Keep your arms raised while you get tickled, if you lower them it’s adds 10 seconds to a tickle on your worst spot after the game.

Keep your shirt raised while your tummy gets tickled, if you drop it, it’s + 1 raspberry after the game.

Don’t laugh for 1 minute, the lee gets tickled and every time they laugh the time starts over.

Don’t smile while getting lightly tickled, if you smile you get a + 10 second rough tickle at the end of the game.

Hide and go tickle (a REAL game I used to play with friends when I was little) it’s like hide and seek but the ler tickles the lee when found.

Tickle chicken, basically the ler hovers over a spot getting as close as they can, if the lee can keep from laughing they are safe but if they laugh… well you get the idea.

Who wants to play 😈

#lee mood #help me sheer

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Guys im just curious- THIS IS AN EXPERIMENT!

REBLOG OR COMMENT OF WHAT YOU THINK OF ME!♡

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Bujuuuuu that makes me feel so bad at parties and meetings with friends 😭😭😭

#lee mood

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Tickles that are underrated? Baby voice tickles/teases

Lers who do this are pure form of wicked you do NOT understand. *gets out my notes*

FIRST. Now I’m not just talking about “coochie coo!” Or “tickle tickle!” (Although that’s another conversation for another time-) it’s when they make it PERSONAL! In that awful high pitched voice that just coos while they got you in pieces! It’s already embarrassing without this!

“aw is this your spot? Your giggle spot?”

“come on, don’t hide!”

“Gotcha! I gotcha!” Or even worse: when they make it a game. Best example I have of this is when they for example knead their sides and pretend they’re baking. Or counting your toes. Or pretending it doesn’t even tickle and THEY KNOW IT TICKLES!

can you tell I’m on a Lee rant and have been thinking about this all day?

anyways that’s all up for discussion!

#lee mood

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Shopping

Summary: Trying on some clothes! With your favorite ler, what could go wrong?

You stare outside the window with your fist on your chin. The window is slightly warm, but it doesn't burn you.

"How long has it been? Two days?" I said, my hands on the wheel.

I was driving you to the mall. You were angry at me because I had forgotten to do the dishes two days ago.

"But you won't apologize." You glanced to the driver's seat, looking for my reaction. I had only opened my mouth, but closed it again.

"I'm sorry." I said, pretty sincerely, but not sincere enough to get forgiveness just yet.

"Maybe I can help you with something, then would we be even?" I looked over as much as I could without creating a big danger.

You finally turned over to face me, but not making eye contact. "Yeah I guess. I could use it, maybe."

"M-kay, so what should I do?" I made a right turn at a light.

The black exterior of the car was bad for the summer, making it a bit hot. I turned on the air conditioner, and you positioned your fans toward you.

"It's getting hot these days, so I was thinking of getting some cooler shirts." You leaned back in your seat.

"Sure!" The car slowed as we reached our destination.

After parking both of us exited the car, walking the short walk in-between the parking lot and the large shop.

The shop was a beige color, and the bricks were a bit rocky seeming. The super-store expanded the length of the parking lot, and was one story tall. There were 3 different entrances, and we walked toward the center one. The glass was slightly blue, and it reflected the puffy clouds in the sky.

As we entered the large market, there was a small beep. I grabbed your hand and we walked through the long aisles to the clothing section at the back. You had a tiny flinch, but you didn't let go.

I squeezed your hand as we stepped between stands of tank tops and shirts, grabbing one or two every once in a while. We stopped suddenly, nearing the dressing room.

"Ok wait here," You said gesturing towards a bench beside the red curtains of the dressing room.

I sat down, crossing my arms slightly impatiently, but you were quick at changing and came out in a navy blue crop top.

"Wow, niceeee" I walked in circles around you. "You look really good in-"

Your brain blocked out the rest, because something heavenly and hellish at the same time touches your uncovered armpit, and you can't even flinch before you whirl around, grabbing my hand, but it's too late. My other hand has already made its target, and softly falls to your tummy.

The little scribbles as if I'm a kid drawing with Crayola's are forcing your throat to close up as you desperately try to stop the ripples of little giggles and snorts.

"StoP, STOHOJAHAHP RIGHIITAH NOWWOWOW" As you open your mouth to speak, hell breaks out and you can no longer hold it back.

Each of your nerves cry for attention but they also scream in joy and terror as I make contact with your upper thighs. You almost SHRIEK in joy as I roughly dig into your muscles, like a massage, but in no way relaxing.

"Aw, stop trying to grab my hands, I know you love this, so stop trying to take this away from yourself." You had thought you had gotten away from my teases this time, but now you were blushing and flailing all over. You would've thought that people would be staring by now, but the store was surprisingly empty.

"EEK, GUHSHA" You rolled over, protecting your overworked tummy, but suddenly, your legs were completely immobilized as I locked my thighs around yours and rocketed onto your sides.

The tingling was so bad that your eyes were locked closed at this point, and you thought you wouldn't even have enough time to try on the other clothes.

You wriggled, not whatsoever in control of your body.

I had stopped directly tickling you, but the ghost tickles kept you rolling for a whole minute. "STOHHOHOP, STOP STOP-" You gasped for breath, the moment your body finally caught up to the fact that I hadn't touched you in multiple minutes.

You gave me a punch as you ran back into the changing room to avoid any more public embarrassment. Not that anyone had seen you. Actually, no one was even around to hear you... Actually, maybe it wasn't so bad...

You tried a few more shirts on, extremely careful to make sure all your weak points were covered, avoiding any tank tops or crop tops.

You could tell I was a bit disappointed, but what were you to care. He had tickled you. IN PUBLIC TOO! He deserved this. After the on edge dressing, we went to the cashier and started ringing up a few shirts.

Suddenly, I spotted a navy blue crop top. You could tell I had noticed it because I gave you a look of total slyness that you wished you could tear right off of my face.

You ran to the car, avoiding any chance of torture, but in the car, you were forced to sit only a foot away, and you knew what you were gonna get.

"TICKLE, TICKLE, TICKLE" I softly scratch at your specifically covered stomach, lifting your arms, somehow fast enough you can't even wriggle.

You jump backward trying to get away, but the door stops you from moving. Almost as if you have your seat belt, you couldn't move at all, enhancing every little nerve activation. You silently screamed.

"Aw, come on. I knowwwww you love it, why did you get the shirt if not?" I grinned. "Can't you just tell it to me, 'I want you to destroy me with tickles?'"

'OH MY GOSH IF HE DOESN'T SHUT UP RIGHT NOWWOWOW I'LL-HAHAHAHH' You think, completely confused how you were even laughing in your mind?

Suddenly you feel your shoes slide off, and you're allowed a moment of panic before little waves of dots and dashes rush into the sensitive skin on the bottom of your feet. You stop yelling to yelp and you kick as hard as you can, but the hands just fall onto your tummy.

"Maybe I shouldn't have asked you to speak- Now just tell me, look into my eyes and give me a big laugh, and I'll know you lovvveeee it~"

Surely your face is as red as a literal fire, and you're sure it's as hot as one. Every single nerve is burning in desire of tickles and desire that the tickles will stop, relieving you of this torture.

"Aww, your screaming turned into your adorable laughter, just like I asked. You would ask for this everyday if you could get the courage, wouldn't you my tickle bug."

You have NO idea how I can just say tickle, and you feel like the surface of the sun. You are melted and no longer even have the energy to wriggle, just sitting on your seat. You think that it's ended, but little tingles remain, as if your body doesn't accept that it's ended. You suddenly sway, the car starting to move, but you can't even buckle yourself.

You close your eyes, giggling as little ghost tingles take you over.