#tickle massage

[kiibo-is-flustered]

In need of a ticklish massage

I want my lers hands massaging gentle circles into my back which slowly turns into knuckles digging into my ribs and then nails skittering down my sides and then pinches on my hips till it’s hardly considered a massage anymore

And then of course they have to go back to non-tickley touches and act clueless as to why I’m all giggly and out of breath and then repeat the cycle all over again

[city-tickles]

Heya! I was writing to see any videos with a girl named Silvia Day from realtickling.

If you did manage to find one, could you put it into one of those downloadable files that you do? Thanks a bunch and have a wonderful day.

Hi!

I don’t really like to do that but since this video is pretty old, I will. You can find it after the break.

For everyone else,!If you’ve never seen Silvia, it’s a great clip. Hope you enjoy!

[dreamingticklee]

getting restrained to a massage table and blindfolded and being only verbally teased for the first five minutes so they can already turn you into a flustered hysterical mess before they even start tickling 🙈☠️

[ghastigiggles]

Hey... Hypothetically, how would Audie & Sebastian react to the *biggest* raspberry being blown on their tail fins? (especially considering it seems to be the former's weak point based on the chart I saw)

*cough* This is definitely a drawing prompt btw-

you'd think they'd learn their lesson by now, huh.

[thebest-medicine]

9. 23. 5. With Lee! Deku and Ler! Sero?

Prompt 9 - "Did you just... laugh?"

Prompt 23 - "Wait a minute, you're not ticklish, are you?"

Prompt 5 - "No, I'm just- uh- sensitive."

A/N: I think sero would be a really fun and good ler!!! need to write more of him!

…

“Did you just… laugh?” Sero asked from beside Midoriya, who he had been trying to help get a knot out of his back.

“Nohoho- sorry! I’m fihihine.” Izuku smiled, shaking his head lightly. “You’re fine!”

Sero hesistanted, then smiled. “Wait a minute, you’re not ticklish, are you, Midoriya?”

“Ha- what?!” Midoriya’s eyes widened, he turned to face him. “No! I —uh, no, I’m just… uh- sensitive.” He finished lamely with a weak smile.

Sero took him in, considering for a moment before he grinned. “I think you are.” He said as he shot out a band of tape, getting a quick grip on both of Midoriya’s arms and pulling them off to the side.

“No, wait! Sero!” Midoriya blushed. “Okay- maybe just a little bit- you don’t have to do all thiHIHIS!” He ended in a laugh as Sero squeezed his now unprotected side.

“Yep - definitely ticklish. In fact, very ticklish, it seems.”

Izuku blushed further, shaking his head and he squirmed. “Okaahay fine I’m reheheally ticklish! Dohohohon’t!” He tried to dance out of the way of Sero’s fingers. “Pleheheheease!”

“Really ticklish, you say? Well now this, I gotta see.” Sero teased. “Plus, you just lied to me ten seconds ago! You have to be punished, don’t you agree?” He chuckled as he drew back the tape holding Izuku’s wrists and pulled it behind his own neck, drawing Midoriya back against his chest.

“Wait- SerohohoHOHOHO NO! Don’t- ahHHH! I’m sorryheheeHEHEEHEHHEE!” Midoriya wailed, giggling madly as Sero tickled his ribs. His fingers ventured down to scribble on his stomach and pinch his sides as well as up to wiggle under his arms. Izuku kicked wildly as he laughed, unable to contain his joyful but frantic laughter.

“Wow! You’re so ticklish, Midoriya! I had no idea- you’re like the most ticklish person I’ve ever met!” He laughed, finally stopping when Izuku’s laughter turned briefly silent.

Midoriya panted, smiling wide as his arms were unbound. “Ohohoh man- d-don’t tell anyone.” He whined. “I don’t need anyone to remind Kacchan...”

“I won’t tell them.” Sero smiled. “But if you find yourself in another ticklish situation… and there’s people around… well.. I can’t help ya there.” He winked, and Izuku blushed at the thought of being tickled in front of his classmates.

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[ticklish-wallflower]

hanging out with a friend who Knows about The Thing today, and very much likes to take advantage when they give massages so….rip me 🫠

[giggly-squiggily]

ler!chigiri w/ an s/o reader with really stiff shoulder and a sore back and he massages it for her but he gets a little too close to sides/neck/lower back and NO IT TICKLES SO BAD and then hes like teasing her (u can do g/n too) and stuff and just ASJHAS

(for the limited requests thing)

THANK YOU SO MUCH HAVE A NICE DAY

{REQUEST ARE CLOSED! This is an older one!}

No cause the way I couldn't freaking find this dang thing until now-

ANON! :D Hi! Yes! This lovely request! :3 I thought Tumblr ate it and then I found it through mobile and just- anyway! I love Chigiri so much, and this request is beautiful! I did end up making it more a proper tickle fight, but I kept in a good portion of Ler!Chigiri for you! As all of my Reader fics, they are gender neutral for inclusivity! I hope you like it :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada

“That’s a new position.” Chigiri blinked at you over his book, watching you back bend as far as you could with a low groan. “Trying out for the next exorcist movie?”

“If the pay is in spa tickets, sign me up.” You leaned back a bit further, only to lose your balance and fall. Before you could hurt yourself, Chigiri was right there, catching you in his lap. “Whoa- my hero.” You smiled up at him- it fading some at his concerned look. “What?”

“Does your back hurt that bad?” He asked gently, brows furrowing when you nodded.

“Thought if I tried popping it it’d feel better, but I was wrong.” You sat up, rolling your shoulders and neck with a small groan. “I’ll be fine- I just need to run a hot bath and take some painkillers. That’ll solve it.”

“Sounds good..hey, do you-erm..” Chigiri took your hand before you could stand, suddenly shy. You watched him fumble with his words, cheeks pink as he cleared his throat. “Do you want me to erm…help?”

You blinked. “With my bath?” You asked, grinning slyly as you watched him blush more and stammer.

“No, with your back! I can massage it for you.” He quickly got out, slightly glaring as you giggled. “I used to do it all the time for the guys back in Blue Lock- what, what?” He fumed more as you laughed harder, a hand over your mouth to hide your smile.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry- I’m still thinking of your face!” You snickered, leaning in and pecking his lips before he could fuss. “But seriously; if you’re offering. I’d love a massage, Hyoma. Thank you.”

Chigiri tried to stay pouty, but another few pecks to his face had him giggling softly and lightly shoving your shoulder. “Okay okay- fine. Get on the couch.”

~~~

“Hmmmm..” You let out a low sound as he dug at the knots in your shoulders, the initial pain fading into relief as he went. “That’s nice…”

“I’m glad- any way I can help I will.” He smiled down at you, comfortable sitting on your hips as he pressed along. “Let me know if I need to lighten the pressure.”

You gave a lazy thumbs up as you rested, closing your eyes. He had magic hands, you’ve decided at that moment. His earlier comment came back to you then. He gave massages to the guys back in Blue Lock?

Team Z must have been truly blessed.

While you lingered on that thought, you didn’t notice Chigiri’s hands getting closer to your armpits- the touch growing lighter and lighter until…

“AH!” You arched with a squeal, arms shooting down and a foot kicking. Behind you, Chigiri giggled. “Hyoma!”

“Sorry- I was thinking of your face.” He threw your earlier words back at you as he carried on “massaging” your armpits, prodding and pressing as you squeaked and thrashed beneath him. “You’re just so cute when you laugh, I wanted to see it again. Or at least- hear it anyway.”

Aheahhahahhaha! H-Hyohohohohoma-AHAHAH!” His hands dropped briefly to your ribs, running up and down your sides as you twisted against the couch. It was a precarious development; you didn’t want to send him flying at risk of his knee injury, but also didn’t want to remain lying there and taking it! Decisions decisions..

“Heh, you’re really adorable when you laugh, (Y/N). I could do this forever.” Chigiri dropped his hands to your hips, squeezing. “I just might- I wanna tickle you until the sound of your precious laugh is forever ingrained in my brain. I wanna be able to hear it even when you’re not around.”

Oh hell no, he did not just sweet talk you-

Face on fire and heart racing, you felt yourself filled with a new sense of determination as you twisted, somehow flipping onto your back without knocking him over. “Cohohohome hehehere!” You cried at his surprised expression, grabbing into his sleeves and pulling.

“Wait, wahhait the masahhahahahahahahhge!” Chigiri yelped before bursting into giggles, weakly pawing at your hands as they squeezed his sides rapidly. “(Y/N)! Aheahhahahahah!”

“What? Huh? Sorry- I was too busy laughing at your face!” You crooned back, bursting into giggles once more when he went back to tickling. “H-hhehehey, no! It’s miihihihy tuhuhurn!”

“Nohoho wahahahy! Yohohou geheheht th-ihiihihihihihis! Ehehahahhaha nohhohoho!” Chigiri laughed just as much, both tickling and trying to block your hands from his knees. “Nohohohot thehehehehre!”

“Yhehehes thehehe-EHEHEHE!” Your efforts to go for his worst spot were thumped when he went for your stomach, making you crumble. “STAHAHAHP!”

“YOHOHOU STHAHAP! EHHEEHE!”

Your tickle fight carried on- both of you laughing and attacking each other. Eventually though, it all came to an end; both of you simultaneously giving up and collapsing into the couch.

“Ahehehe..ehhehehee..ghohohd.” You groaned, chest light and body feeling significantly better. “Hehehey, I feheheel behehehtter.”

“Pfft- grhehahhat.” Chigiri laughed, scooting up so he could lay beside you, pulling you into his chest. “Glahahad to hehelp.”

“Hmm.” You smiled and closed your eyes, legs intertwined and arms around each other. You could fall asleep like this…

“Hm. Hyoma?” You poked him gently, watching him open an eye. “I’m hungry. Can we order food?”

He blinked, then he laughed, pressing his face against the crown of your head. “Yeah, we can order food.”

“Yay.”

Thanks for reading!

[knismogirl]

the key to making me unbelievably wet is to play with my feet a little….

[city-tickles]

“I thought I was going to be all stoic in this video”

Ticklish MMA trainer / fighter Shane Fazen

[bacont93]

yknow

i think one of the worst (best?) things about having a tickling kink

is the fact that i see someone who is pretty and i'm like

"i wonder what you'd sound like being tickled"

[widowsistersandfriends]

I neeeeeed a foot massage 😭

[dusktexanler]

Had a foot worship/tickle session today with a local friend, and it was such a blast. She took pics of the aftercare foot massage

[thebest-medicine]

Day 28: Massage

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C1 Vox Machina - lee!Vex

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: Perc’ahlia gang rise! They both seem the type to be ticklish but in denial about it and embarrassed. Revenge would be wicked.

Words: 480

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Percy’s fingers work their way down along Vex’s shoulder blades, tending to the sore muscles. As he works out a particularly tense knot, she lets out a delighted little sigh of relief.

Smiling down at her, Percy leans in to kiss the skin along the back of her neck. It shudders under his lips, another small noise escaping her throat—this time —she quickly transforms it into a sound of pleasure. It’s a clever disguise, but one that Percy could see through any time with ease. 

“Ticklish there? Sorry.” 

“What? No, not at all, darling.”  

He leans back down to her neck; unlucky for Vex’ahlia, she can’t see the smirk on his face from her angle. 

She hears him take a deep breath, tries to turn to ask him what he’s doing, and then the room erupts with noise. Loudest of them all is Vex’s shriek of surprised laughter. There’s the thumping of squirming limbs against the mattress, the silly sound rippling out of Percival’s mouth and across the skin of her neck, the laugh he lets out a moment later when he pulls back and starts massaging again, pretending as though nothing happened.

“You little bastard!” Vex hisses, barely holding in a laugh. She turns, pushes him away, and he’s smiling wide as he falls next to her on the bed.

Percy turns to take her in—blushing and failing to hold back a smile. 

“‘Not at all’ ticklish, hmm?” He prods. “That seemed rather ticklish.” He skitters his fingers along the backs of her ribs.

“Not.” She digs in her heels, biting her lip to fight back a smile. Then, Vex’ahlia is on him, fingers wiggling deftly into his sides. 

Neither of them are fighting off their laughter now, Percival from the tickling nails climbing under his nightshirt and Vex from the high of turning the tables on him. 

“See how you fucking like it–” Percy hears her grumble before she’s ripping his shirt up and throwing the bottom of the fabric onto his chest and in his face. 

“NO–” He utters, pawing the shirt back away from his face just as she leans in to blow raspberry after raspberry on his stomach. 

Percy’s hands are tangled in her hair a moment later, his feet beating against the mattress as hers were just a minute earlier. He cries out a desperate laugh as she takes her time, fucks with him a bit longer, until he calls out. “Fuck, mercy! Please!” 

She relents, satisfied in her victory to make up for the prematurely ended massage. 

Percy heaves a few breaths. “Remind me never, ever to piss you off.”

“Better not even dream of it.”

She’s not sure she wants to push for him to get back to the massage tonight, though… despite what he may say, the temptation of revenge would be much too inviting, and she didn’t feel like taking any losses tonight.

[poorticklishsoles]

It's time for more Ari contenttt!!!! This little series on her foot being tickled is gonna be released in a few parts as well. Here we have oiling and preparation :)

@tklish-princess

Part 1

[giggly-squiggily]

Sore Spot (Blue Lock) ❄Squealing Santa 2023❄

@ticklish-n-stuff MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Happy Holidays or Happy Winter! Whatever you celebrate my dear friend- it is I! Squiggily, your squealing santa this year! >:D For this fic, I've went with:

-Blue Lock: Bachira and anyone else [I like the ticklish massage troupe, but feel free to use whatever!}

I know you like Rin too, so I figured why not create some good ol' BachiRin for you this season? :3 I hope you like it and have a fabulous rest of your 2023!

Summary: After a long night of practice with Rin, Bachira's aching all over. Feeling bad, Rin helps him out, only to uncover an interesting truth (Word Count: 1k35)

It wasn’t often Bachira was seen like this. Anyone who met him could tell you he was always smiling, always laughing- an eccentric ball of sunshine that wormed his way into all their hearts.

So when he came to breakfast with a pinched expression and moving so slow it was as if he aged several years, concerns were high.

“Bachira..are you alright? You don’t seem very glam right now.” Aryu noted as said boy sat down, wincing as he did.

“Did you get hurt? Oh man- what are we gonna do? The next game is soon- Ah! That was insensitive, wasn’t it?” Tokimitsu panicked, looking ready to both pass out right there and bolt for the intercom installed for emergencies. “I should-”

“Relax.” Rin cut them both off, turning his cool gaze onto Bachira. “What happened?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing..” The smallest of the team tried to smile, but it came out more a grimace. “I think I overdid it at practice the other night. I’m just really sore, that’s all.”

Tokimitsu made a small noise of relief, and Aryu seemed satisfied. Rin though- he eyes darkened some with…guilt? Remorse? “That was my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.”

“What, no way Rin-Rin! I had fun!” Bachira grinned, perking up and immediately regretting it. “Hmm! R-Really; I had a great time. I just forget my own limits, that’s all, hehe.”

Just then, Isagi walked up, carrying two trays of food. “Bachira, you forgot to get breakfast. I grabbed it for you- what’s wrong?”

“Rin overworked him last night and now he’s sore all over.” Aryu piped up. Isagi gaped, Tokimitsu choked on his milk and Rin buried his face in his hands as Bachira laughed hysterically, ears red.

What a morning to be alive.

~~~

Throughout the day, Bachira’s soreness was slowly proving to be a problem. He was barely moving through drills, gasping for air after short runs across the field and wincing anytime he was passed the ball. The longer he watched him go, the worse Rin felt.

Yes, Bachira chose to practice with him last night, and yes he insisted on going all out in spite of Rin’s warnings, but that didn’t change the fact he felt responsible for the dribbler.

When the day ended and Bachira was whimpering through taking off his shirt, Rin finally had enough.

“That’s it.” He got up, closing the distance between them. “Put your arms up.”

“Huh?” Bachira blinked at him but did as he was told. With some difficulty- why the hell did Ego-sensei make these things so tight? Rin managed to pull off Bachira's training top without hurting him too badly. “Thanks, Rin-”

“I’m not done.” Without another word, he walked across the locker room, grabbing a clean towel from the stack nearby and spreading it over an empty bench. “Can you lay down?”

“Uh, sure-”

Rin pointed. Bachira blinked before doing so, lying across the towel on his belly with a soft groan. “Wow, RinRin, I didn’t know you could be so demanding, hehe~”

“Shush. You’re hurt. I’m just making sure you can play tomorrow.” Rin got another towel, kneeling on it as he sat before Bachira. “If you drag us down, I’m kicking our ass.”

“Sure, sure.” Bachira winked, then cringed when Rin pressed into his shoulder. “Mm!”

“Don’t be a baby.” Rin scoffed, but he did lighten his touch. Nothing was broken, but he could feel the knots in the older boy’s shoulders with each pass. He really did overwork himself last night. “Is this better?”

“Mm! Mmhhmhmhmmhmhmhmmhm!” Muffled laughter could be heard then. Bachira had his face pressed into his arm, lips curled into a wobbly grin. He gave a shaky thumbs up instead. Rin rolled his eyes with a small huff.

“Ticklish?” He pressed in. This time Bachira barked out a giggle. “I thought it hurt?”

“It dhoohohhoes! Buhuhuhut it ahahahalso fhehehheheels nihihihihice?” Bachira giggled through groans of pain, torn between melting at Rin’s touch and flinching away. “The tihihihihickles dihihihiistrahahahct frohohohohm it!”

“...Huh.” He supposed that was a good thing, then. Rin carried on, bringing both hands to Bachira’s back as he worked from top to bottom. The entire time Bachira was a giggly mess, his feet peddling behind him as he struggled not to wiggle away. When Rin got a tad close to his armpits, he nearly jerked his arms down. It took a white knuckle grip on the bench to keep them out of the way.

“You’re so ticklish.” Rin mused, almost laughing at the efforts Bachira was making not to lose it. Once he was sure the muscles weren’t tight anymore, he popped the question. “Are you still hurting?”

“Hhhmhmhmm…hm.” Bachira sat up a bit, rolling his neck and shoulders. “Actually- no, I feel really good! Thanks, RinRi-EHHEEHEHEHHEHEHE!” Before he could even finish speaking, tickly fingers were back at his shoulders, pinching and scratching along the sensitive skin. “Aehahahahhahhahhahaha! Rihihihin-riihihihin whahhhahhahait! Whahahahait it tihihihihihiihickles!”

“I know. We already established that.” Rin fought down a grin as Bachira cackled and flailed, no longer chained down by his previous soreness. “Stop flailing so much, you’re getting your sweat everywhere.”

“I cahhahahahn’t hehehehelp iihihhiihihit! Aheahhahahah it tihihihihickles toohohohoho muuhuuhuhuhch!” Bachira squealed through his mirth, cheeks pink and smiling big. It was the first time he truly grinned since the day began. That alone vanished Rin’s guilt. “Rihiihihihin pleahhahahahhase!”

“Hmm…eh, alright.” Finally stopping, the green haired teen pulled his hands back, watching Bachira half curl into himself. “If we kept going, you’d get even more sweaty. Gross.”

“Whohohos fahahault is thahaht, RinRin?” Bachira giggled, making it a point to shake out his hair. Rin recoiled, making Bachira laugh harder. “Yohohou’re fahahhace! Hehehehe!”

“Ugh, whatever.” Rin rolled his eyes as he got up, tossing his floor towel into the hamper on the way to the baths. “Hurry up and get clean before lights out. You should be able to move better by the morning.”

“Aww, RinRin~” Bachira sang, running after him. “Thank youuuu~”

“Don’t run in the shower-gh, let go of me, you’re nasty!”

“Never! I’m gonna hang on to you forever!”

Just outside the locker room, Tokimitsu blinked, hesitating to go in.

“Aryu was right…they really are..." He ran from the door, ears hot and mind racing.

What a time to be alive.

Thanks for reading!

[simpingforcys]

I lowkey hate the canon fact Turbo likes foot rubs.