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theoncelee · 2 days

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Reblogging would be a great help, but don’t feel pressured to

#non tks #I pressed 2 #I think I messed it up the other two are at 33.3 but 2 is at 33.4 #tumblr polls #reblogs #sillies

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theoncelee · 5 days

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Back tickles💚🥰

Thinking about falling asleep on someone’s lap as they play with my hair and tickle my back 🥺💚

The day that happens to me is the day I get my life together 😭

#this is beyond real actually #want #need #lee mood #tree is lee again #soft lee mood #tickle community #tfb

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theoncelee · 6 days

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I usually don’t like anything with feet tickles but this is so cute that I’m making an exception. Seriously adorable op. And your writing style is FANTASTIC. So easy to visualize.

wish someone would do this to me when I over work myself

Anyways!!

Soft tkls>>>>>>

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.”

#i need this #but also screw you now I’m in a soft lee mood #grrrrrr #tickle scenarios #tickle comunity #tfb #soft tickles 🥺#aaaaah #tree is lee again #anyways!!

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theoncelee · 7 days

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